Devout (Devout, #1)

by Takerra Allen

That man thought I was a goddess, even when I clogged the toilet or my breath reeked stale in the morning hours.

Ever since being introduced to Celeste, she knew both would take some getting used to, if she chose to even put the energy into getting used to her.

Now she understood how bitches got pimped. A man like D Rock could probably promise you the sun and you’d believe he could bring it to you.

“I’m just waiting on the flying pigs and shit. I ain’t never seen D Rock mack on a bitch for twenty minutes straight.”

“Bitch, stop lying!” Celeste yelled out sounding more furious than playful.

This bitch is a hater

I should know a man of my nigga’s caliber didn’t go wild for every bitch in heat or he wouldn’t be at the principal status he fit so comfortably in.

I guess the deeper in love we fall the scarier the thought of that love leaving us becomes.

My heart would stop beating if he made another woman feel how I felt.

I’m not the nigga that gets the girl everybody wants and forgets she’s the girl that everybody wants. Trust me… I know what I have.”

but if she were to be honest, half of her wanted to run in the opposite direction, while the other half wanted to jump on D Rock and ride him like a colt she was so turned on by him and his devilish ways.

He allowed his mind to ponder on how he was going to fit Neeka in his life. Either fit her in his life, or make her the center of it and refit his life around her, depending on how she played her cards. But either way, he needed her in it.

Celeste had been throwing pussy at D Rock so hard since the day Neeki whipped the Porsche up on South Orange all those years back. It was borderline stalker shit, to the point D Rock smacked the girl up once, caught her hiding in his truck half naked. This bitch even followed me in the bathroom one night begging to suck my dick and she knew about me and Bri’s situation. This was all no shock. Common case of jealousy...

I knew that hoe was a hater

You…being a psycho killer gangster that I don’t know but somehow keep ending up alone with.

She would be his wife when she was ready for that, they would grow old together, he would die first, and she would die a day later.

Before Eryn could reply, the horror in her eyes turned to guilt and Neeka brought the thick, leather Gucci belt up and down across her wet skin.

ThiS is wild

“That’s! Ya fuckin’! Problem!” Neeka hollered out with every strike of the strap, the slapping noise of leather on wet skin giving her a psychotic rush. “Ya! Mama! Never! Beat! Ya Nasty! Ass!”

I swear to God. I’ll rob this whole earth of all good and bring it to you.”

“Neeka, please don’t listen to this ho… She does every trick in the book and still can’t get a nigga to stay the night.”

“They say the best unions are made amongst the greatest storms. So maybe it’ll be a fucking hurricane or something on our wedding day,” Daddy offered, getting in himself.

No matter how much you tried to become something else, the person you really are inside somehow manages to bleed through the cracks. Denny knew that, he was learning that every day.

She was his Lolita, his weakness, his Achilles’ heel.

“I think I love you so much it scares me, Denny Graham.”

“…but if you kill whatever is growing inside of you… which is mine, a part of me. I’m sure all of that love would vanish. And I will seriously hurt you… I will most likely murder you.”

At fifteen years old Denny was diagnosed with a special case of psychosis, blended of a mild form of schizophrenia and bipolar type 1 disease. He has also been declared at his adult screening as a sociopath. And hell, at one time they were even monitoring him for Dissociative Identity Disorder or more known as uh, split personalities,” Martha emphasized with a forced humor.

In other words Denny is bat shit crazy…got it

Denny wasn’t clever… he was crazy.

Maam..the signs were there

In truth, it felt good to have a man be that crazy over her, crazy in love is what she called it in conceit.

But how much crazy was too much? How much passion was too much?

There are things you two have to work out for the sake of yourselves, and your child. My advice… I know there is love here. I can feel it, kinetic energy between the two of you it’s… well, truthfully, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.

love each other enough… to stop loving each other.”

Whew. A word.

“She’s not gonna let go until she sees for herself there’s nothing left to hold on to.” That’s

I guess the deeper in love we fall, the scarier the thought of that love leaving us becomes.